Date: Mon, 7 Jan 2013 21:15:00 -0000
From: Naked Nick
Subject: Keeping it in the family -Chapter 38
Keeping it in Family – Chapter 38
WARNING: The following true story – only the names of the participants and
some places have been changed – contains descriptions of gay, bisexual and
incestuous activity between adult relatives and others, activities which may
be illegal in some jurisdictions or cause offence against some religious
beliefs. Please do not read any further if you are likely to be offended by
its content or if it might be illegal in your country! By the way, the
story is written with the full knowledge and approval of all the living
persons having significant mention therein.
* * * *
I quickly ate my cereal and toast, nipped upstairs to clean my teeth, picked
up my computer, mobile phone and the car keys, kissed Sarah goodbye and was
gone. On the way in to work, I mulled over the weekend. Four shags, a
fifty per cent pregnancy rate among the guinea-pigs as Roger called us and
just what a compatible bunch of fellas (and gals) we were. I thought about
the Ile-de-Re and just how many babies might have been conceived in the
grassy bushes just behind the naturist beach and the extravagance of the
drug research company in trying to find ways of increasing the population of
our overcrowded world. Should I even be thinking of sperm donation, let
alone allowing my genes to be manipulated to help others make babies.
Perhaps some men were born to suffer the enjoyment of sex without the
consequences of children.
I was shaken out of my reverie by two-tone horns and flashing blue lights on
the car behind me. I pulled over, wound down my window and felt a little
concerned as the officer walked towards me, but relieved when I heard
Derek's voice "Good morning, sir, you must be Nicholas. You clearly had
something other than driving on your mind, or perhaps it was too much
shagging and not enough sleep over the weekend. Anyway, try not to run
another `Stop' sign when there is a police car behind you, the next cop
might not be as forgiving as me."
"Thanks, Derek, I admit, I was daydreaming a bit, I will try not to do it
again."
"Okay and off you go, and by the way put your hand up next time you have
three rounds in one weekend! Jane is seeing Clare tomorrow; I'll give you a
ring unless she calls Sarah first." It sounded like Jane and Sarah had been
chatting already!
I concentrated on my driving for the remaining mile or so to the office. I
walked in just behind one of the technicians who said "Good morning, Nick,
what did that cop get you for then?"
"Nothing much," I said, "but I was told not to do it again! As it happens,
I know him and I think he was winding me up a bit."
The usual fifteen minute drive to work had taken almost an hour due to
several accidents in the thick fog. Several of my staff were even later, at
least they arrived safely but the meeting to discuss the knock-on effects of
my promotion did not get started until 9:30am. I had expected there to be
some opposition to my handover plan but we made only a few small changes.
As I had hoped, Trevor was happy to take up my former post, subject of
course to the usual HR formalities! As we left the meeting, he said that if
he was to have my car, I would have tell him where the switch was for the
blue lights - would I never live that down? He was a good man, certainly
one I trusted and with whom I was more than happy to work; he was a couple
of years older than me, married with two kids at the local primary school.
The rest of my day was spent tying up some of the loose ends prior to my
pending `move to Newcastle'. I told the staff that subject to no crises
they should leave at 4:00pm to beat the inevitable traffic jams caused by
the persisting fog – and I took my own advice! I rang Sarah to say I was on
the way and was virtually last out of the office at 4.15pm, taking the last
few papers from my Inbox to deal with later. On the way home I noticed
three forty foot articulated trucks parked up in the lay-by by the woods.
The thought went through my mind that on that cold, damp, winter's day any
shenanigans were probably going on in one of the driver's bunks the tractor
units were equipped with. Noticing that one was Hans's truck I was tempted
to stop but decided against it, discretion being the better part of valour,
after all, I had had one run in with the law that day!
Sarah had the kettle on when I got back and after a quick cuddle we settled
down with a cup of tea and I told her about my encounter with Derek.
"Serves you right," she said, "you should have been concentrating on your
driving!"
Changing the subject, Sarah said she had been on the phone most of the day,
a long conversation with Alison in the morning. Rob had the whole of
Christmas week off so they decided that Rob and Alison should come to us at
the weekend, before all four of us went to my parents' where we had been
invited by my mother (commanded, even!) to lunch on Christmas Day and to
stay overnight with Hannah and David. Sarah had also organised that we
would have Frank and Doreen to lunch on Sunday.
Most of my routine work had run down by Friday and after wishing the staff a
Happy Christmas, I left about 3.30pm, one of my increasingly rare early
finishes! Barring emergencies, there would be no need for me to go in until
after the New Year. The 24/7 skeleton staff would keep me posted on
anything that either they couldn't handle or that I needed to know. Sarah
seemed a bit down when I got home on what was a miserable, grey, English
winter afternoon. She insisted there was nothing the matter and perked up
somewhat after a cup of tea and a long, smoochy cuddle.
We decided on a quick pub meal before we braved the evening shopping crowds
at the local Sainsbury's supermarket, hoping that it might be less chaotic
than on Saturday morning. It was, in fact, remarkably quiet and we were
home with the shopping put away by 8.30pm. Based on what Gladys told us
next day, we made the right decision!
Sarah went up to bed about ten and I followed soon after. By the time I was
done in the bathroom, she was asleep but stirred for long enough to say she
was `too tired' but that didn't stop her from giving Percy a good cuddle and
get him quite excited, so much so that when Sarah rolled over to go back to
sleep, I was tempted to have a wank. Instead, I snuggled up behind her with
my rampant tool sandwiched between our naked bodies and drifted off to
sleep. We awoke next morning in just the same position though my now
deflated prick was nestled in Sarah's ass crack. She immediately leapt out
of bed and rushed naked to the bathroom, not even closing the door before I
heard a great rushing of water! These urgent, early morning pees were
becoming the norm!
She was soon back and cuddled up to me, just a wee bit weepy, saying she was
losing interest in sex and worried that it might upset me. I had noticed
over the last couple of weeks that whilst our frequency had not diminished,
the intensity had, providing the relief but without some of the former
satisfaction. With the developing `bump' we had devised a couple of `more
comfortable positions' that we both enjoyed but even these lacked a certain
`je ne sais quoi'.
Sarah became quite emotional and tearful, saying she was a failure, no
longer capable of satisfying me, that I must be unhappy with her, etc. It
took me a while to convince her that I fully understood, that I was
perfectly content and that it was but a small penalty to pay for the bundle
of joy that was going to pop out in just two months' time. This brightened
her mood no end; she confessed that she had been struggling to maintain what
she called `her performance' whilst afraid to raise the issue. I playfully
smacked her bottom, to which she retaliated by grabbing my flaccid cock and
giving a hard tug before taking its full length into her mouth.
It wasn't long before Percy had grown to his full seven inches and Sarah was
tonguing my knob in a most satisfying manner. I held off for as long as I
could but we both sensed my tightening ball sac as spurt after spurt of my
spunk shot into Sarah's mouth. As she sucked the last drops out, she
squeezed my glans from her lips, moving quickly to kiss me and in the
process to give me back my sticky white fluid. "Swallow!" she commanded,
giving my bum a sharp smack, the shock of which left me little option but to
obey! We kissed long and hard, our sticky tongues entwining as we savoured
my juices. My fingers were in Sarah's wet cunt, massaging her hardened
she-prick before transferring some of her sweet juices to our mouths, then
falling on to our backs, spread-eagled on the bed in complete relaxation.
I put my hand on her belly; I am sure I felt the baby giggling with its own
excitement. "That was nearly as good as shag," I said.
"Only nearly? That's not good enough, are you game for another round?"
"Later, maybe, but it is nearly nine o'clock, Rob will be here!"
With that, I quickly kissed Sarah on both sets of lips, leapt out of bed and
rushed to the bathroom for a badly needed piss. By the time I was shaving,
Sarah had joined me, slapping my bum again before beating me to the shower.
I finished shaving, then went naked to the kitchen and put the kettle on
before joining her in the shower. I hope the postman did not glance through
the letter-box as he pushed the letters though just as I was going back
upstairs!
We were soon showered, dried and dressed. Sarah was in a much better mood
as we enjoyed a leisurely breakfast of coffee, cereal and toast. The rest
of the morning was spent with the papers, cataloguing the Christmas cards,
generally tidying up and chatting to Gladys and a couple of the other
neighbours. Rob and Alison arrived soon after midday on the sunny but cold
winter Saturday just as Sarah was putting the finishing touches to the snack
lunch she had prepared.
A while after lunch, Sarah suddenly `remembered' that we had forgotten to
get milk during our shopping expedition the previous evening. Rob and I
were promptly despatched, on foot, to the local Tesco store to get some, an
errand which would normally take about half an hour but we were in no hurry
having sensed that the girls wanted a tête-à-tête, presumably about babies.
Just as we walked into the store, Roger and Clare came out and did a double
take at seeing me and my `twin'. I introduced Rob and they were astounded
at our likeness. Even twins were not often that alike, Roger said! Clare
asked how Sarah was doing, which naturally led Roger to ask if Rob had
children. "On the way," he replied, "about the same time as Nick's."
The doctors were astounded at the coincidence but thankfully did not pursue
the matter. We got the milk and took a slightly longer route back, via the
woods, without seeing any actual action but noticing a number of men just
`hanging around', one seeming to be `adjusting his kit' somewhat
ostentatiously, perhaps for our benefit. There was an obvious flickering of
a TV set in one of the trucks in the lay-by, the three men in the cab
clearly engrossed in the entertainment.
By the time we got back, it being close to the shortest day, it was getting
dark and the girls were preparing the evening meal, still discussing
whatever pregnant women discuss. Rob and I were sent to the lounge with `a
glass of sherry to warm you up'. It didn't seem long before we smelled
cooking and we were soon summoned for an early dinner – as Sarah put it
"Alison and I go to bed with full stomachs anyway, so we need some extra
time to digest our dinners first!" Rob and I were allowed to share a bottle
of red with Sarah's cottage pie. The girls now being strict abstainers,
meant there was some left for us to finish later!
There wasn't a lot on television, it being a Saturday evening but we had a
lot to catch up with in spite of the half-hour phone calls three of four
times a week. I thought Rob had been a little reserved all day but it
wasn't until the girls decided it was bedtime and we got out the remains of
the red wine that he opened his heart. Although Alison was doing her very
best to encourage him, he simply couldn't perform. He was terrified of
harming `the bump' in the missionary position, he hated the thought of the
`doggy way' as he called it and simply could not get a hard on.
"Why did the good Lord put the pleasure park so close to a waste outfall,"
he said.
The problem had started a couple of weeks earlier and all he had managed,
with some help from Alison, was to toss himself off occasionally. I moved
to sit beside him on the sofa and told him, as gently as I could, about our
experience the previous night. After a couple of minutes, I reached over to
his crotch and could feel a semi-hard prick lurking there. I fumbled with
his zip but he had to help me pull it down, I put my hand into his trousers,
at the same time feeling my own member beginning to rise to the occasion.
Rob undid his belt and guided my hand inside his briefs; I fondled his balls
and then grasped his dick, now pretty much at full mast. I felt him
loosening my belt and unzipping my trousers, his hand slipped into my CKs
and found my cock. Still holding it, he stood up, letting his trousers fall
around his ankles. As he sat down, he guided my head to his crotch, my
mouth to his throbbing knob; he managed to ease my cock out and bent over,
his lips encircling my knob. Without breaking our connections, we rolled on
to the floor, into the classic `soixante-neuf' position, taking each other's
fully erect member deep into our mouths, our arms tightly clasped around
each other's buttocks.
We rhythmically worked our lips up and down each other's rigid seven-inch
dicks until our ball-sacs began to tighten, and then a paroxysm as our
bodies stiffened and we dumped our loads of spunk into each other's mouths.
Our bodies relaxed, our dicks softened but still in each other's mouths, we
still lay there on the floor, our lips sticky with man-juice, and might have
drifted off to sleep had we not heard footsteps on the stairs. We had
barely regained our composure when Alison came into the room, seeking the
love of her life to join share her bed.
Rob said he was on his way but must first use the bathroom; Alison looked
puzzled as she kissed him gently on his now crusty lips, but said nothing.
I merely said I would check that we were all locked up and go to be myself.
A couple of minutes later, I shook hands with Rob's now flaccid member as he
emerged naked from the bathroom to join Alison in bed.
Sarah seemed to be asleep when I crept into our room and thence to the
e-suite bathroom where is stripped off, washed my hands and face, cleaned my
teeth and had a piss before gently climbing into bed trying not to waken
Sarah. Moments later I felt her hand searching for my cock and realised she
had only been feigning sleep. Our naked bodies came together, our lips
found each other in the near darkness and the hard, passionate kiss that
followed was enough to get Percy stirring again.
"No, I want to talk," Sarah said. "Alison and I have been talking, she says
Rob can't do anything now, she thinks he is frightened of harming the baby."
"I know, we have been talking too."
"I guessed that. And what else, a wank?"
"No, I cannot tell a lie, we sucked each other off. Rob told me a while
back that Alison didn't fancy that. He practically raped me, soixante-neuf
– if that is the right expression! But I have to admit that he doesn't suck
as well as you!"
"Wow! Anyway Alison is desperate to get screwed. We played around a bit
but it's not the same, I said I would speak to you. We guessed you blokes
might be up to something tonight, so we agreed to swap partners tomorrow
night, you can shag her doggy fashion and I will give Rob a blow job."
"I am game if Rob is."
"He will be, Alison is sure of that – but he might just be getting one
tonight as well, if he can rise to the occasion again. I convinced her she
should give it a go."
"How about me getting one, too?"
"You've just had yours!"
"So has Rob!" I felt a sharp tingling on my bare ass and Sarah rolled over
to get into our spoons position for sleep.
It was after nine o'clock when we woke, still nestled together and with my
morning glory now wedged firmly in Sarah's ass crack until she rolled out of
bed for her morning dash to the loo. When she returned, she opened the
bedroom curtains to reveal a dark, damp, dismal English winter morning. A
moment or two later, just as my naked wife got back under the covers, there
was a tentative knock on the door and Rob walked in, clad only in his
underwear and carrying two cups of tea. His close fitting black DKNY boxer
briefs left little to the imagination, but who cared, it was nothing we
hadn't seen before and would doubtless see again!
Alison joined us a few moments later, clad only in a thin, short nightie
stretching over her bump and we all enjoyed our morning tea together whilst
putting the world to rights, the four of us totally and utterly relaxed,
although the sight of Sarah naked breasts as she sat up in bed produced a
distinct tingling feeling in my nether regions. Whether Rob was similarly
afflicted by Sarah's breasts or Alison's see-through nightie, I am not sure,
but I could not help but notice him furtively adjusting the contents of his
boxers!
The tea finished, I was bursting for a pee and as I rolled out of bed naked,
I could not help but notice three pairs of eyes focussing in my half-masted
cock pointing the way to the bathroom! Just as I finished shaving, Sarah
joined me in the bathroom, stepping straight into the shower where I joined
her, pressing Percy gently into the bump, whilst giving her a long, smooch
kiss. Feeling the baby moving against my prick was a great turn-on for me;
had it not been for one of Sarah's sharp right-handers on my bum, we might
have lingered longer!
Rob was already in the kitchen organising the breakfast when I went down,
now fully dressed a few minutes later. Sarah and Alison appeared shortly
afterwards and we lingered over breakfast and continued our putting of the
world to rights for the better part of an hour. Sarah broke up the party by
saying that we lads should digest the Sunday papers whilst she and Alison
prepared the lunch. Rob and I took a gentle stroll through the woods to the
newsagent and could not help noticing that even on a cold, grey, dark, damp
Sunday morning there were several men walking their non-existent dogs, one
of whom provocatively rubbed his crotch as we approached. He seemed quite
taken a back when Rob said "Sorry mate, too cold, I am not sure I could even
find mine on a day like this!"
We saw him again on the way back and, recognising us, he whipped out his
modest, semi-erect dick and waved it in our direction. "Sorry," I said, "I
have a wife to see to when we get back!" He put his tool away without
saying a word.
Sarah ad the coffee pot on when we got back and the girls were quite amused
as we recounted our adventure over a warming cuppa! Rob and I were then
banished to the lounge with the papers until after a while the delicious
smells of a roast dinner in preparation began to penetrate to us. Doreen
and Frank arrived about 12:30 just as I had opened a bottle of their
favourite red, though Frank always strictly limited himself to one small
glass when he was driving.
Roast lamb is not my favourite dinner but today's shoulder had come from
David's herd and was cooked to perfection with a fine selection of winter
vegetables. The roast was followed by an apple and blackberry pie, the
contents of which had also come via the freezer from the farm a couple of
months earlier. Doreen insisted on helping with the washing up whilst we
menfolk had a good natter before they ladies joined us later over coffee.
Gladys popped round to say that Tim and Heidi would be arriving on the
Monday before New Year and staying until the end of the week. She was all
very excited about the engagement, anticipating an early wedding and even
soon becoming a granny!
After tea and some of the home-made cake, which Doreen had kindly brought,
she and Frank left about 4:30 for their short drive home through the still
murky weather. Rob and I insisted the girls had a rest with the papers
whilst we cleared up in the kitchen. I mentioned to Rob what Sarah had told
me the previous night. "That plan is off!" he said, "Alison gave me a blow
job last night and loved every minute of it and I enjoyed getting mine own
back when she kissed me after!"
"Great!" I said, "I have to admit I wasn't too keen on the girls'
arrangement but thought it might have `broken the ice'."
"No ice to break now," he said. "Then this morning I gave Alison one from
the back, making sure I stayed in the pleasure park and kept clear of the
outfall!"
"Absolutely super!"
"I loved having my hands on her tummy and feeling the baby moving at the
same time. Even better, Alison loved it too; we shall certainly be doing
that again soon!"
"Doing what?" Sarah said as she came into the kitchen.
"Minding his own business!" I said. Sarah looked puzzled for a moment.
"Oh, yes, great, Alison told me you'd broken the ice."
"Is there anything you girls don't discuss?" It was really great that they
got on so well, as did Rob and I, there were no secrets in this family!
"Sounds like the boys haven't been doing too badly!"
"Touché!" Rob responded.
After watching TV and chatting for a while, the girls said they were tired
so we had an early supper and they went to bed about 9:30, admonishing `you
boys, not to get up to any mischief!' Rob and I chatted for a while, mostly
about our mother, concerned about her health. We decided to try to find out
more when we visited them over Christmas and perhaps to go on Christmas Eve
and stay two nights. I phoned Hannah and that was fine with her, in fact
she said I could help Alan with his Christmas present, though refusing to
reveal what Father Christmas was bringing.
When we went up to bed, the girls were in the bedroom, both clad in sexy,
shorty, near transparent nighties which left little to the imagination,
sitting on our bed chatting. Rob made some provocative remark, only to be
rebuffed by Alison. They were having an early night, Sarah said, anyway,
they had had a shower! Rob and I went to our respective bathrooms and were
surprised to find the girls were still chatting when we emerged after our
ablutions, both in our birthday suits.
"Gosh," Alison said, "which is which?"
"That's mine," Sarah said pointing to me.
"How do you know?" we both said, pretty well simultaneously.
"We just know", they replied, though I realised that Sarah might have seen
me emerging from the en suite before Rob came back from the family bathroom.
Confessing that Sarah was right, Rob told the story of Derek's inspection of
our naked bodies and how he had failed to find any differences except our
low-hanging balls and various scars.
"Oh, so they do!" was Alison's response. "Perhaps you should get
finger-printed or something?"
"Derek suggested that, and DNA testing."
"The DNA could be a bit tricky with our little secret about the babies, if
ever they get checked," Rob suggested.
"I never thought of that," I said, "and I was thinking of seeing if Derek
could arrange it while you were here, perhaps just the fingerprints for now?
I'll call him tomorrow."
I commented that it was an amazing demonstration of our close relationship
that two naked brothers could stand chatting with their wives, who might
just as well have been naked too, with absolutely no sign of embarrassment
or arousal. Almost simultaneously, the girls said, "We'll see about that!"
and stood up, shed their flimsy nighties and pulled us towards them. My
cock began to stir as it was squeezed against Sarah's bump, as we kissed; I
suggest Rob had a similar reaction!
Both couples snogged for a few minutes, before Alison led Rob towards their
bedroom. Sarah kissed me again and said "Not tonight, I really am too
tired", as she gave my cock a tweak. I kissed her tits, first one and then
the other, earning a couple of slaps on my bum as I tried a repeat
performance before we got into bed.